'This is not a good idea.'
She looked around, keeping her head low, as she passed the guard at gate. The man nodded, barely taking time to do more than glance at the blue robes she was wearing, before waving her on. A lucky encounter with a distracted sorcerer had gained her the disguise; a helm from near a sleeping guard adorned her head, covering her pale gold locks. Even Tank didn't seem out of place in this hostile place as several other large cats appeared to roam freely.
